Page 38 of Sink With Me

She doesn’t fight as I remove one piece of her clothing at a time. The bags under her eyes have intensified, making my smirk turn into a crooked grin because this time it’s from me and nothing else. Just as it should be. She doesn’t need her fucked faction when I can give her everything she requires and more. Her arms wrap around her waist preventing me from seeing what I know lines her flesh.

“What happened?” I ask in a low hum that vibrates my chest while I shed my tactical gear. I didn't realize how limited resources I had provided her until I looked around the barren space to the small stack of clothes I provided when she first arrived. I peel off my shirt. I prepared for a prisoner and that's exactly what I planned on treating her like but good girls get rewarded, so I’ll have to make some changes.

For now, I’ll relish in the held-back sighs as my fingers brush her skin sliding my shirt over her head until it engulfs her frame, and the way she lazily attempts to shift away as I lay beside her. Pulling until her back is flushed with my chest. Fitting to my body right where she should always be.

“Training.” she whispers, making my brows pull into a deep v. I was expecting some elaborate war story where she’d brag about taking out one of my men, but I wasn’t expecting that. Training doesn’t cause wounds as deep as hers.

Just as go to speak, a soft deep breath filters through her nose and her body relaxes. My cock is screaming at me, aching for some form of release but she’s such a siren, calling me home to her side when I know it’ll be my demise.

For now, I'll let her rest.

Date: 5-14-2024

Time: 0601

I can work with this; I can use it to my advantage. Free orgasms and princess treatment for his life. Sounds like a pretty good plan to me. I know I’ll never be able to run. My team isn’t looking, but I can still accomplish what I set out to do. He can try to brainwash me with very skilled tactics all he wants. It’s not going to work. I can’t fail.

The iron grip of an arm is wrapped around my waist, with a soothing scent filling the small room. It’s so calming when matched with the sun slowly peeking through the fogged glass creating soft beams that fight the particle-filled air against the blank walls. I'm almost positive I could fall back to sleep. Well, I mean I would if it wasn’t for the nagging in my head of what the hell is happening.

He’s manipulative, it’s all he and his team are good for. Twisting and turning things into what they’re not. Like a predator pretending to be prey. Camouflaging to its surroundings and mimicking the innocent calls of its victims.

I know the facts: Depth hated having to clean up the mess they created, unwilling to keep putting time and supplies into the countries that turned against them when the Chaos war happened. Instead, they wanted the land and sea to themselves like the selfish humans they are just so they could prove their power. As if losing one war wasn’t enough.

We didn’t sink your fucking ships, siren.

Yes, they did, Dutton witnessed it. He would’ve never created a reason for the peace my parents developed to come crumbling down. Tide doesn’t have a reason… My nose crinkles as I squeeze my eyes tighter, trying to shoo off the thought.

A fucking shark engraved in the knife I cut him with. Why does that make my stomach somersault? He’s psychotic. Maybe I am too though. No, stop. Tide groans tempting me to groan with him, I want to move but I’m stuck. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

Finally, forcing my eyes back open, I glance down, tracing the stretch of every vein bulging in his arm with a feather light touch. Tattoos line the expanse, showcasing a gorgeous abstract design of waves crashing against a boat with... is that another fucking shark? Oh yeah, he’s obsessed with me. I grin, but quickly replace it with a deadpan expression.

I can’t help it. His arm tightens as if he’s trying to hold me tighter but not tight enough, he’d hurt me. Funny. He’s done enough damage that a little more won’t hurt. It’s hard to describe every way he’s fucking up my already twisted head.

I hate how he took care of me, how he asked about scars I’ve always kept hidden. It’s ugly to admit, but with every man I was ever intimate with, I never allowed them to remove my shirt. I didn’t need to be reminded of the times I failed. He didn’t flinch away; he didn’t press too hard for answers. Instead, he clothed me and held me close like he hadn’t just finger fucked a small tidbit of information out of me.

Why can’t he just let me hate him?

Another groan causes me to sync with it. Why can’t I just enjoy my inner monologue in peace? The thought irritates me more than it should. I throw my elbow into his ribcage. Tide pulls away like he has just touched fire, making me scoff in response. This asshole was acting as if he hadn’t cuddled me like I was his property, not just his prisoner.

“Can I leave now?” I pause and glance back at him before sitting up and looking at my exposed legs, I forgot I wasn’t in my clothes anymore, grasping at the hem of the oversized shirt I pull it down trying to ignore the blush that crawls its way into my cheeks.

“You said if I gave you any information, you’d set me free.” If he’s not going to let me wallow, then I’ll just annoy him, “Or was that just another lie?”

He scoffs, shaking his head enough the peppered hair falls over his eyes before he pushes it back again.

I hate him.

“I need to notify my team first, and put precautions in place...” His brows furrow as if he’s deep in thought, “And I didn’t–”

I squint but he doesn’t even give the satisfaction of glancing in my direction, instead he just stops speaking altogether. I let out a heavy breath, steadying my racing heart as I stand, attempting to look through the fogged glass. I knew he wasn’t letting me go. I accepted that fact, but it’s fun seeing him scowl. Irritation is easier to handle than the softness he carries when he looks at me.

“So, you did lie?” I cock my head to the side as I sing the words. This shouldn’t be so fun, but hell, I’m not mad about it. Something washes over his eyes that I can’t put a name to. He stands, yanking up his tactical vest from the floor.

“You knew it was a lie. You even acknowledged it, but–” his words trail off to where all I can hear is soldiers rushing through the halls and base humming with activity.

The world works in such an odd way. It was always a possibility I'd be captured but what I was prepared for wasn't this. He gracefully strides around the room, checking his gear as if I might’ve stolen something while he was asleep. I could’ve, but I didn’t.

He feels safe.

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